Like many writers, I have a secret dream that I will get on a bus or train or plane one day and find myself seated next to someone who pulls one of my books out of his bag (and yes, I do dream that my books have male readers too) and begins to read. After I few minutes, I clear my throat ever so quietly and ask, “Good book?”
I love that my friends and family turn up for book launches in enthusiastic number, and that they buy my books, but it’s a different kind of pleasure to know that strangers read them as well. I’ve never met Jenny Badman. She is a good friend of my UBC classmate, Mary Woods, who I’ve also never met in person. We took an online poetry course together, and have enjoyed occasional visits through email and a Facebook friendship since then. Mary and Jenny both live in Charleston, South Carolina. When I posted a note on Facebook about the virtual tour I was putting together for The Boy Mary responded with an invitation to her blog and told me that her friend, Jenny, might be interesting in meeting the boy as well. I took a quick peek at Jenny’s blog, read her bio which reads “I’m a writer, storyteller, strategist, blogger, creative, rabble-rouser” and sent her a message begging a visit.
Jenny picked up on a thread in The Boy that no one else had asked about, so here we are, talking about the part motherhood played in the writing of this book.